Heavenly Ascension Chronicles Chapter 958: The Presentation of the Battle Armor - Novel Cool

Chapter 958: The Presentation of the Battle Armor

Chapter 958: The Presentation of the Battle Armor

At the other end of the secret treasury, after Xu Shaoye and his group crossed several suspended bridges, they reached a relatively spacious cave with a row of spear-wielding stone statues on either side. The wooden spear shafts in the statues' hands had long decayed, and the bases were covered in moss.

"Quick, quick, take pictures!" Xu Shaoye urged the others to capture the scene.

Lao Lai, seeing that he was approaching the cave, immediately stepped forward to stop him, "Xu Shaoye, be careful."

Xu Shaoye disdainfully replied, "Careful? Uncle Pang just went in, and if there was any danger, he would have discovered it by now."

At that moment, a mixed-race instructor named Mr. Qiao approached with a smile, "Xu Shaoye is right, there probably isn't any danger. But Xu Lao Xian is a fighter, and we don't have his skills. I'll send my disciples to scout ahead, so Xu Shaoye won't be disturbed while taking pictures."

Xu Shaoye was all about face, and when given respect, he returned it, "Mr. Qiao, that's fine, I'll leave it to you."

Mr. Qiao gestured, and a group of people entered the cave. After a while, they returned unharmed and whispered something to him.

He nodded and walked over to Xu Shaoye, who complained, "Is it that troublesome?"

However, he was willing to listen to the advice of professionals. After giving an order, everyone put on thick protective gear that covered them from head to toe.

When they finished exploring the outer area, they proceeded inside. As the light shone upwards, someone exclaimed, "How are these stone pillars hanging above?"

"I know, those are stalactites."

"Really?" Xu Shaoye was skeptical, "I don't think they look like stalactites."

Fan Laoshi spoke up, "Those aren't stalactites, they're hanging corpses."

"Hanging corpses?" A stir went through the group, and a few low exclamations of surprise followed. There were countless hanging corpses, densely packed, numbering in the hundreds.

Hearing the exclamations, Xu Shaoye became more excited, "Fan Laoshi, what are these hanging corpses for? Can you explain?"

Fan Laoshi looked up and said, "These hanging corpses are arranged to mimic the pattern of the stars in the sky. The Former Imperial House has always claimed that their civil and military officials are celestial stars descended upon the mortal realm, totaling two hundred and eighty-three star officials. Since this is an underground secret treasury, the ritual dictates that 'the earth and the sky are reversed,' so they are arranged upside down. If there's no mistake, there should be exactly two hundred and eighty-three hanging corpses here."

After hearing this, the group counted, and indeed, there were exactly two hundred and eighty-three hanging corpses.

Xu Shaoye said, "Fan Laoshi, you're right on the mark!" He then asked, "Since there are so many star officials here, shouldn't the secret treasury of Yuwen be nearby?"

Mr. Fan shook his head, "Not really. We're probably just at the edge. The Former Emperor was known for his grandiosity, comparing himself to the master of heaven, with the sun, moon, and stars only able to stand by his side."

"What arrogance..." Xu Shaoye said, but his face showed envy.

Suddenly, someone spoke up, "What's that smell?" This prompted everyone to sniff, and indeed, they detected a peculiar odor.

"Look up there, at the top!"

Everyone looked up, and inside the hanging corpses, something was wriggling and seemed to be expanding.

Mr. Qiao immediately spoke up, "Don't panic, tighten your protective suits!"

At that moment, a series of explosions came from above, and the hanging corpses burst open one by one, releasing countless thin, black worms that rained down.

Although these creatures fell onto the protective suits, they couldn't penetrate them despite their efforts. Meanwhile, a group of people at the back raised flame throwers and swept the area, causing the worms to drop.

After a few minutes, Xu Shaoye and the others, who had retreated outside, removed their suits, which were covered in burnt worms and charcoal. Xu Shaoye, still feeling uneasy, said, "Mr. Qiao, it's a good thing you had us wear protective gear."

Mr. Qiao smiled, "It's my duty."

Fan Laoshi, standing nearby, looked at him and said, "Mr. Qiao, you have experience in this."

"Alright, alright, both of you can show off your skills later. Can we continue our journey now?" Xu Shaoye was getting impatient.

The two men nodded in agreement, and the group once again surged into the cave, heading towards the opening at the other end.

At almost the same moment, Chen Chuan arrived at the main entrance of the palace complex.

On his journey, he hadn't encountered any danger or obstacles. However, upon reflection, he realized that he had taken the main path, and the purpose of the secret treasury was to facilitate access for descendants who knew the correct entry method. Logically, they would be the descendants of the treasury's owner, so even if there were some critical areas that couldn't be entered casually, there shouldn't be defenses everywhere.

At the entrance of the palace, there were two massive warrior statues standing on either side, clad in forged iron armor. These statues were at least seven or eight meters tall, and the amount of iron used in their construction was impressive. However, their bodies were made of clay.

Chen Chuan examined them and felt that it wasn't as simple as it seemed. These should be the remains of two fighters or conquering state generals, with clay molds covering their bodies.

As the lynx approached the palace gates, it hesitated, cowering and pacing back and forth, seemingly afraid to enter.

Chen Chuan, upon seeing this, signaled Chao Ming to stay outside while he stepped inside. He crossed the tall threshold and, after a few steps, used his Snow Lord Saber to lift the curtain that blocked the view ahead.

Looking forward, he saw a towering statue of a godly general, over twenty meters tall, with a fierce gaze. The general held a long mace above its head with one hand and gripped the handle of a sword behind its back, its sleeves and robe flowing in the wind. At that moment, it stood tall, looking down at Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan looked up, meeting the statue's gaze. It was clear that this was a statue, but...as he stared, the general's eyes suddenly flickered, and the mace in its hand swung down towards him!

Chen Chuan stood his ground, unmoving. The mace passed through his body with a loud boom, creating a mist of light. It was just an illusion, and after that strike, the general spun, drawing the sword from behind its back. It slashed, sending a blade of light across the ground.

Then, the statue executed a series of moves, each accompanied by a burst of misty light.

Chen Chuan took a few steps forward, observing closely. It was clear that the statue was demonstrating an advanced set of techniques, employing both the mace and the sword. As it moved, the statue roared like thunder, and its body glowed with a golden-red light, showcasing a specific breathing technique and the control of mutated tissues.

Intrigued, Chen Chuan watched for a while, then raised his Snow Lord Saber. With a flash of light, he drew the blade. Holding the sword in one hand and the sheath in the other, he followed the statue's movements and breathing, practicing the techniques.

With his current skills as a fighter, he could master most techniques after a single try. And as he finished the last move, following the statue's swing...

...the statue paused for a moment, then its entire body turned into countless golden powder, dispersing into the air. Only the empty armor and weapons remained in place.

Chen Chuan didn't bother to look at the statue; instead, he felt a surge of heat within him, as if a power was brewing. After that practice, not only had his mutated tissues been activated by his breathing and techniques, but he even felt his spiritual form had become more substantial.

This was a secret method to cultivate the spiritual form! If the book's cultivation methods were specialized for the spiritual form, then this technique was a comprehensive training method for breathing, strength, spirit, mutated tissues, and the spiritual form.

Undoubtedly, this was a top-secret technique, possibly once held by the Imperial House, and perhaps even connected to Yuwen Yuanqi.

Chen Chuan exhaled a scorching breath and stood up. Now, he had another method to cultivate his spiritual form, one that didn't conflict with his previous training methods. Just then, he realized that practicing these techniques required immense strength, extensive mutated tissues, and abundant energy. Even a slight misstep could result in permanent damage for the practitioner.

He, as a fighter, might be able to handle it, but for others, it would be impossible. However, if the Imperial House possessed this secret technique, then there must be someone capable of practicing it.

The owner of such a technique must be incredibly powerful.

But then, Chen Chuan thought, the bloodline of the Imperial House might not be entirely human. Compared to ordinary people, they might be a different species altogether, so such a display wasn't that exaggerated.

He sheathed his Snow Lord Saber and walked towards the fallen armor and weapons.

The statue was over twenty meters tall, and its armor and weapons were also enormous. The armor stood upright, with the mace and sword on either side.

After a few glances, Chen Chuan's heart stirred. He reached out, and behind him, a giant, semi-transparent hand materialized, grasping the mace. After a while, the weapon began to tremble, and as the hand faded, the mace vanished along with it.

Chen Chuan's eyes lit up. He was right; this was a "divine weapon" from ancient times, now known as a "realm-fused weapon," different from ordinary mutated weapons. It was a weapon specifically for the spiritual form, existing between reality and illusion.

He had heard about it from Mr. Quan, who had never seen one himself. These weapons were incredibly rare, supposedly crafted from special relics, far beyond the reach of ordinary fighters.

He couldn't believe he had found one here.

Chen Chuan turned to the sword. If the mace was such a weapon, then this sword must be too. He walked over and, with a touch, the giant hand behind him grasped the sword, and it was drawn into his possession.

But there was something even more precious than these two weapons.

He looked at the towering armor. If he wasn't mistaken, this was a "Grand Majestic Light Armor," a suit of armor that a spiritual form could wear.

Chen Chuan spread his arms, and with a thought, his spiritual form faintly appeared behind him. The armor trembled, and its leaves emitted a series of loud clangs. In an instant, it turned into mist, drifting towards him.

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(End of Chapter)

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